As the blue-and-red lights of the police jeeps flashed through the rain, Kuriachan stood up. He walked to the veranda. The Inspector stepped out, rain dripping from his cap, looking triumphant.
The monsoon rains lashed against the lush green hills of Kuttanad, turning the paddy fields into vast, mirror-like lakes. But inside the stately ancestral home, Kaduvakunnel Kuriachan sat in a brooding silence.
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